Elegant Hubris Novels & Stories

I saw him arch his left eyebrow in surprise and then smile amusedly. - I have to disagree with the lady. - Damien stroked my back again and I had to try to concentrate on his words. - I consider ego to be beneficial. We all like to be admired and it increases our self-esteem. Besides, deep down it's good to love being envied or even hated. Nobody wastes their time envying the ugly or hating the weak. It was my turn to be surprised. Damien was not only handsome, I realized that he was also intelligent and perceptive. I felt sick. It was unfair that one person had so many qualities. I couldn't help my bitterness:

"I wonder what is so funny about me being spied on. I think Fraco is a mistake. I should probably leave now, and the army as well... You know what, I should probably leave the country too." "But what you want to know is far more than your safety," Eugene said. "Even coco is not that important when compared to the knowledge you want to acquire." "Diana, do you know what hypocrisy is?" Eugene asked. "Pretending to be what you are not," Diana answered, staring him in the eye. "Lacking integrity is the simplest form of hypocrisy." She was throwing shades at him but he wasn't going to take offense, he would catch the shades, sharpen them and throw them back.

Maximus’s Pov I watched as she strutted towards the chair, her ass jiggling as she moved. I hated how easy it was to let my urges control me, I pride myself on being able to control my urges. But with her, nothing can tame the primal feral lust that surged through my veins. “She is a fucking cop Maximus, what are you going to do about it?” Knox’s voice echoed through my mind. I should have done what I have always done to traitors who thought they were Icarus, coming too close to me just to feel how much heat I carried. She should be sprawled in a pool of her blood, eyes wide in shock.

He had always wished and wanted to explore a lady in a manner which he had tagged illicit. Eugene was the man who, if he was financially buoyant, would always go for what he wanted and do whatever it was that he wanted to do without thinking about others. Yes, he was selfish in a not-too-good way, or rather, he was selfish in a godly way.

“Let them.” He walked back to the window, pulling out a small silver lighter from his pocket, flicking it on and off. The flame danced in front of his reflection, briefly illuminating the sharp lines of his face. The Augustus family always underestimated him. Charles with his pompous speeches, his moral posturing. Barrett with his ancient pride. And Damian—the prodigal son, too self-righteous to see that ambition always came at a price. Even Madelin, poor fragile Madelin, had turned against him when all he’d ever done was give her purpose.

Now, they held on to past glory like relics, polishing bones and pretending it was gold. “He’s proud,” Julio said carefully. “But not stupid. He knows you’ve consolidated more power in the last year than he’s had in the last decade.” Lucien turned slowly, glass in hand, and studied his second. “And that’s exactly what makes him dangerous. Pride without power is quiet. Pride with nothing left to lose?” He raised the glass to his lips. “That’s when men start thinking they’re gods.” Julio exhaled, nodding once more. “You want me to send a message?”

“I mean, you’ve seen what he did to our girl. Camilla has gone completely gaga and it’s his fault. He encouraged her.” She reaches for one of the suitcases again, clearly intending to keep moving. Dominic doesn’t stop her. He studies her the way he would a broken clock. She useless, but revealing. “Are you’re leaving him?” he asks. She snorts. “He left himself years ago. His values, his pride, it’s all gotten eaten up by hubris.” She stops and waves a red, pointed nail at Dominic. “Hubris!” “And your daughter?” That earns him a sharp laugh. “Camilla is insane. You know that better than anyone. I won’t be dragged down with her.”

"The elegant one fails two steps later. You can't see it from the fork, you have to already know it dies, but it dies. So you take the ugly one. It's worse to look at and it actually works." Elara kept her face even and felt the answer land like cold water. The girl had skipped the elegance and gone straight to the branch that only an architecture already past the early stage could see from where she stood. Mid-integration, and well into it. The window was weeks, and the weeks were fewer than she'd hoped. "That's the answer," Elara said. "Most people lose a day on the elegant branch before they find out it's dead." "Why would you spend a day on something you can already tell won't hold." Mir

The very notion repeats itself in my mind ad nauseam. “You got a fucking problem mate?” the loathsome creature snaps, the malicious odour around him intensifying as his mind runs through all the contemptible yet hilarious ways he would love to put me in my place. It amuses me how the most sadistic of humans are also the most stupid. Their inability to feel humility or empathy gives them a warped sense of self; a grandiose reflection that impedes them from seeing the dangers they willingly put themselves in. Dangers I feel no compulsion to warn them about.